[Verse 1]
Uncle Emile's been gone now nearly ten days
Told his wife's he'd be gone for the fishing
But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles
The fish come in bottles of gold
If the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind
He'll be back before the moon is rising
With a very fine catch all safe in the hold
Thirty cases of Trinidad light
For Acadian Saturday night

[Verse 2]
Now Emmeline Comeau works the general store
Her Papa says she's good for the custom
She's got eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders
As shiny black as Cumberland coal
You can see her Sunday morning on the St. Phillipe road
Her mother close behind like a dragon
But her mama don't know what she does behind the hall
Away from the music and lights
On Acadian Saturday night

[Chorus]
And it's oho, don't the fiddles make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday night
[Verse 3]
Now Granpa says it was better in his day
The Mounties stayed away from the parties
And they didn't mind a fight when the spirits got high
(You could always throw them out in the snow)
And the rum was better and it came in bigger bottles
And the revenue cutters were slow -
Still, the old Anne-Marie has wings on the water
And there's nothing like Trinidad light
For Acadian Saturday night

[Chorus]
And it's oho, don't the fiddles make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
And it's oho, don't the fiddles make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday night

[Fiddle Solo and Outro]